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Crunchy Pink Surprise on Wall—What’s Really Going on Inside Your Home?

Yeah. That’s how my Tuesday began.

I walked into the kitchen, coffee still brewing, and there it was — the weird, pink foam on the wall. Pussy willow — about eight centimeters long, sorta bent, sorta crunchy-looking. It was glued into the corner as if it had sprouted there over night.

At first, I thought it was a mutant shrimp or a piece of candy that had dried up. (Look, I hadn’t had caffeine yet.)

Of course, in panic I did what anyone would do — I posted it on Reddit.

Was It Alive? A Fungus? Something Worse?

The theories rolled in fast. Some thought it was insulation foam. Others said bug casings. Some were bizarrely certain that it was alien larvae. (Gotta love the internet.)

Thing is, it didn’t smell. Didn’t move. Didn’t feel like anything natural.” And yet… it also didn’t seem like something a human should simply dismiss. There was no hole above it. No obvious source. From this odd pink blob plastered to my wall as if it had some unfinished business.

Then My Landlord Showed Up

Ah yes, the protagonist of the tale. He came in as if this was your average Tuesday and cleaned it off with (and I quote) a disinfectant wipe. No gloves. No hesitation. With one bold swipe and crunch, it was history.

“It’s probably just at sealing foam,” he said. “If it returns, please call me.”

And that was that. No further discussion. Only a smirk, a shrug, and the lingering scent of Lysol.

Landlords, man.

So What Was That Pink Foam on the Wall?

Honestly? Most likely, old expanding foam insulation that puffed out through the crack or seam.

Maybe it dates back to a bungled patch job, or a screw hole from a long-gone handle that healed over with ghost foam over the years.

Or, maybe, it would have been something much stranger. A bug nest. A cursed mushroom.

A sign it’s finally time to get the fuck out. The truth is … I still don’t quite know. But I have pictures, an unremedied mystery, and a now very clean spot on my wall.

Do you have any idea what it could be?

How to Address Pink Foam on Your Wall

Here’s my hunch, based on zero expertise but a lot of “lived experience”:

You don’t know where it came from, and you don’t know what it’s made of, so don’t touch it with your bare hands.”

Photograph it — in case it evaporates before you can share it with anyone.

Look above and below for nibbles, old screws, or crevices — it may have enlarged out of a place.

Just ask your landlord (or maintenance) — at worst they just wipe it away, but it’s better to assume it can be a carrier.

If unsure, get it tested — particularly for mold, pest or chemical.

And if it produces an odd crunching noise when you pull it out? Definitely tell the internet.

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